The Lights Blinked Through The Smoke: A Filmmaker’s Hazy Memories of the IFC Center, New York City, and a Dirty Bit of Concrete.
My relationship with the stretch of Sixth Avenue running between West 3rd and West 4th Streets, on one corner of which stands New York City’s legendary IFC Center, mirrors my relationship with cinema, bad tattoos, crushing hangovers, and a whole mess of memories that sit in the back of my brain like luggage stuffed in a collapsing mid-flight Ryan Air jet. The relationship is complicated, messy in an overloaded-Papaya-Dog sort of way, and something I profoundly cherish. I’ll back up. I won’t recount the full history of the IFC Center, or that stretch of the city — that’s what Wikipedia’s […]
by Nathaniel Lezra on Oct 20, 2025
